I needed at least a dozen for my Tupperware party. If I had twelve people attend I would get the prize for being a hostess, the deluxe assortment worth over a hundred dollars.
I invited my mother, my two sisters, a couple of neighbors and half-a-dozen girls from work. I just needed one more.
Although it was traditionally a female thing there was no rule against guys attending. To make up the dozen I invited Max.
Max is effeminate. He is not gay but most people believe he is. He is more into female pursuits, cooking, decorating, etc., than manly things like sports. He would definitely want to attend and might liven things up.
Max is nineteen still living at home with is parents. He is not a bad looking blonde lad but more interested in church socials than pursuing girls.
I had made a pitcher of Margaritas to go with the goodies and got rid of the hubby for the night.
Shelly, the Tupperware rep arrived before the guests and set up her display. She was to take charge of the party and involve everyone in some games to break the ice before going into her spiel.
The guest started to dribble in as we got close to 7 pm. Soon the driveway was full of cars and the house chattering females. Max walked over as he lived close by.
Everyone was in high spirits and the pitcher of Margaritas soon needed replenishing. Shelly had everyone playing a game, which was designed to get him or her only wearing his or her underwear. She said having everyone in only his or her underwear was a great equalizer. She was right, everyone was laughing and joking.
I was somewhat surprised how enthusiastically Mom and my sisters joined in; there was Mom, Nikki and Jessica prancing around in only panties and bra with the rest of them. Max was down to his "Y" fronts and the tent he was making confirmed he was not gay!